I strive towards perfection
I try to do things without defection
But hard as I may try,
I cannot help but miss the sky


Each time I scatter my grains 
I try to gather using my brains
Even though I work like a Flunky
The task before me seems ever bulky


The more I organize and plan
The more it is scattered by life’s fan
Now, when I accept my shortcomings
I notice my worries stop coming.


6 thoughts on “Imperfection” by Emeka Oji-Dike (@Mexy)

  1. nice one dear

  2. hmmmm. this is profound, Nice writes, kudos!

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